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Chapter 0: Never Let Go
The remains were not a simple matter.
As the snow fell heavier over the course of two hours, Yan Zhi Xi stood motionless in the snow, while the others could only endure the cold.
"Your Majesty, why not sit in the palanquin for a while? We may have to wait some time longer; we wouldn't want you to catch a chill."
Yan Zhi Xi remained unmoved by Zhang Gonggong's advice, his gaze seemingly glued to the Tomb.
Finally, after more than an hour, the stone coffin was excavated from the grave. As the craftsmen lifted the coffin to move it, Yan Zhi Xi stopped them.
"Open the coffin," Yan Zhi Xi commanded softly.
Last time, when Wen Qingyu was buried, he did not attend the farewell; this time, he wanted to see Wen Qingyu one last time.
Everyone present was shocked by this statement. Wen Qingyu had been dead for over a month; even though it was now winter, it was likely that the body had already decayed.
But no one dared to voice any objections. The current Yan Zhi Xi appeared calm, but just thinking about the fate of the Wen Family sent chills down their spines.
The stone coffin was sealed tightly with resin. The craftsmen used iron chisels to carefully chip away at the edges, slowly moving the heavy lid that weighed thousands of pounds...
Yan Zhi Xi tightened his grip on the two jade hairpins in his hand, took a deep breath, and stepped toward the stone coffin. Suddenly, one of the craftsmen closest to the coffin seemed to see something terrifying; he fell to the ground with a thud and screamed.
"Why are you shouting? Are you not afraid of alarming the royal presence? Pull this dog slave down..."
Under the scolding of Zhang Gonggong, Yan Zhi Xi's heart tightened. He could not bear to imagine that the once vibrant and delicate woman had turned into a pile of bones... and all of this was his fault.
Yan Zhi Xi mustered an unknown amount of courage and finally stood before the stone coffin.
He was stunned; the foul smell and decaying corpse he had imagined were completely different. The coffin was actually empty...
Zhang Gonggong followed him, took a glance, and was so frightened that his soul nearly left his body. He immediately knelt on the ground, his head hitting the floor heavily: "Your Majesty, spare me."
Then a large group behind him also knelt down.
Yan Zhi Xi seemed to hear nothing, staring intently at the empty coffin, his anger surging: "Go check if there are any missing burial items in the Tomb."
After inspecting, the guard reported back, "Reporting to Your Majesty, all burial items are present."
The only thing missing was Qing'er’s corpse. The Imperial Tomb was heavily guarded; without his token, not even a fly could enter. Even if tomb robbers had the ability to sneak in, why would they only steal a corpse?
Yan Zhi Xi was perplexed. The more he pondered, the angrier he became. He crushed a hairpin in his grip, piercing it into his flesh, with bright red blood dripping onto the snow. "Your... Your Majesty." A trembling craftsman crawling on the ground spoke up fearfully, "This servant has made a discovery."
"!"
Yan Zhi Xi's bloodthirsty gaze frightened the craftsman so much that he wet himself. "This servant just opened the coffin and found that since it was sealed with resin, there have been no signs of disturbance. In my opinion, Consort Yu's corpse... should have been gone before the coffin was sealed."
Before the coffin was sealed, it was already gone.
Yan Zhi Xi's gaze grew dimmer, as if it had merged into the vast frost and snow.
Was someone stealing Qing'er’s corpse before this, or was it...
Yan Zhi Xi looked at the distant white mountains for a long time, and suddenly a faint smile appeared on his lips.
“Qing'er, you have deceived me once again.”
Yan Zhi Xi's fist tightened more and more as he murmured softly, “This time, if I find you, I will never let go!”
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